School Life 1: No End to Shame
I thought I had a pretty good tolerance for shame. Not something to brag about, but I'd been hit with all sorts of vulgar, humiliating hypnosis, even voluntarily told Jung Taeyang that I loved him, and basically tried every damn thing under the sun.
But no. There was no limit to shame. I felt an endless wave of embarrassment crashing over me as I face-planted onto my desk.
I thought confessing my love to him was the worst memory. But not even a day later—no, just half a day—and it got dethroned. The new number one spot went to...!
“...”
...Imagining it made me feel weird again, so I stopped.
To be honest, I can confidently say that telling Jung Taeyang I loved him is a memory I hate. But now that the hypnosis training is over, just thinking about being petted and stroked like that...
...makes me feel good without realizing it. Not even sexually—just normally good. That's what makes it even more embarrassing.
If it were sexual shame, I could escape reality by blaming it on “Jung Taeyang's hypnosis training!” But there's no such excuse; I just feel plainly good, with nowhere to run.
Life...
“Hoo...”
It would've been better if it were sexual. Then I wouldn't be hit with this level of post-nut clarity.
If so, I'd at least be in heat right now, all dazed and horny. This is the first time I've ever missed that hazy state.
And when I look down, I'm still in this practically naked outfit. Sure, it looks like a proper uniform in the mirror, but to me, it looks like this, so it's mortifying.
I lifted the edge of my see-through blouse a bit. What happens if I do this? Even if it's hypnosis, it's just messing with my vision, right?
Wouldn't I feel the texture of invisible fabric if I touched it like this? Suddenly curious, I fiddled with the ridiculously short hem.
If it's really just my vision that's fucked up, I should feel the fabric. Five minutes of groping around for invisible clothes later...
“It's not there...”
No matter how much I poked and prodded, I couldn't feel any invisible fabric. Is this really a normal uniform? Did Jung Taeyang scam me again?
Suddenly anxious, I asked the friend sitting in front of me.
“Huh? It looks fine. Why? Something wrong?”
“No, nothing...”
Hmm, seems like Jung Taeyang didn't lie. I stopped fiddling with the hem and checked the clock. Still a bit of time left.
Where'd she go, anyway? I unconsciously glanced at the empty seat next to me as I thought that.
No, there's no reason for me to be thinking about her.
“Hmm...”
I need some kind of countermeasure. I've been meaning to figure one out ever since I transmigrated, but Jung Taeyang's hypnosis always blocked me.
But maybe now I can?
“...”
I steeled my resolve and closed my eyes. Time to find a way out of Jung Taeyang's hypnosis app.
“What're you thinking about?”
...And right as I thought that, Jung Taeyang's voice rang out. I looked over to see him dragging his chair with a screech and plopping down in his seat.
His timing is artistic.
I had no choice but to put my thoughts on hold.
“Nothing.”
I made my excuse and straightened up.
“Really? Then why are you like this?”
“...Huh?”
Oh. My posture had me leaning into Jung Taeyang, nuzzling my head toward him like I wanted pets.
I jolted away in shock.
“Y-you! What did you do this time?! You said if I lie, I'd do this...!”
“I didn't do anything?”
He said it while showing me the hypnosis app. And sure enough, no hypnosis on me.
What the hell, then why...?
“But if I lie, I do this? So you lied?”
“Huh?”
A chill ran down my spine. The guy who usually has zero awareness picks now to notice?
I forced a calm expression and looked away.
“N-no, pr-probably not...?”
Why is this happening? My voice was trembling so obviously anyone could tell.
Did I suck at acting this badly? My heart was pounding like crazy.
“Really? If you tell me honestly...”
Jung Taeyang hugged me from behind. A back hug. Then he stroked my hair.
“Eugh...”
My body reacted to that one touch. My strength melted away, and I wanted to lean in more. It felt like the lock on my heart unlocked itself.
“...I'll pet you if you tell me honestly.”
“...”
I hate how tempted I was for a second. I barely stopped my mouth from opening.
And as I turned around to snap at him...
“Eep...”
His hand slipped under my chin. Any resistance in my heart shattered.
Jung Taeyang cooed like he was handling a puppy or baby, petting my chin.
And damn it, it didn't feel bad...
“Hngh...♡”
In the end, I couldn't hold back and spilled everything. As payment, I spent hours cuddling in his arms, getting all the affection.
This has to be hypnosis too... There's no way I'd like this.
For real.
*
And then PE time arrived.
I thought changing into gym clothes would let me escape this slutty outfit, but Jung Taeyang had already tampered with those too. If anything, they were even lewder than the uniform.
Really...
I glared at him while holding the gym clothes, and he just grinned and gave me a thumbs-up.
I almost exploded in anger. Instead, I quickly changed in the bathroom and headed to the gym on the third floor—same as our classroom.
Anyway, I arrived at the gym in gym clothes that weren't much different from the uniform. Honestly, with this body, exercising is tough, but it's one of the rare times I can be away from Jung Taeyang.
I deliberately stood far from him. Coincidentally, Choi Yubin ended up next to me.
“...”
Honestly, it's a bit awkward. Non-sex-processing Choi Yubin gives off a scary aura. Even without that, thinking about last time makes her terrifying.
I tried to sneak to the back, gauging her mood.
“...Hi.”
“Huh? Oh. Hi.”
But then Choi Yubin blushed faintly and greeted me. What the—why's her face red? In heat again?
I was on guard, but it didn't look like arousal. More like a pure expression. Like a girl in love.
No way, right?
“Um...”
“Huh?”
“Wh-what's... your relationship... with Taeyang...?”
“...Huh?”
The unexpected question made a dumb sound escape me. Choi Yubin was fidgeting subtly—something normal people wouldn't notice, but I could.
Uh... Wait, is she into Jung Taeyang?
No other explanation fit. Once you see Jung Taeyang's dick, no other guys would interest you. But does that mean you fall for him?
“Just, uh... nothing special...”
Her face lit up at that. She was genuinely happy. Because I said we weren't close.
...What is this feeling?
For some reason, I don't want to see Choi Yubin happy like this. Not that I hate her, but her being thrilled that I'm not close to Jung Taeyang? That's my pride on the line.
Even though we really aren't close!
My fragile pride wouldn't allow it.
“...Not exactly. You know, right? Pussy and owner.”
I spat it out. Choi Yubin's expression soured instantly.
...Scary.